The other evening during supper, Charlie said, “It’s starting to taste like summer.” That’s because one of the enterprising vendors at the farmers’ market had started plants in the greenhouse and had green tomatoes to sell. By husbandential fiat, we can’t pick any green tomatoes…
I took some of the Southern Indiana Writers’ books to the St. Peter’s Lutheran Church Dutch Fair the other day, but nobody bought any. This, despite my attempt to hand-sell to what seemed like a natural market. In spite of my stellar salesmanship, she resisted…
Not your writing style — Well, yes, your writing style, of course, I’m not saying you shouldn’t, I’m just saying…. I start again. My guest today, the wonderfully named Bianca Chesimard, has written a gorgeous book called STYLE CLARITY. If you’ve seen how I dress…
